Brendan Smith - A Song Lyrics

A waste bin full of receipts
Remnants of the days my words were ne'er repeated
And what I wanted was always what I needed
When copper twinklers made the perfect frame

Was it all for show?
Was my intention just to win you with a slow dance?
To take a fantasy and twist it into romance?
Were gold rods and sparklers my only aim?

Well, were they?

I'll write you a song
I'll write a thousand words but it'll all come out wrong
And in the morning, the magic will be gone too
A fading memory with a dulcet touch

I might mention your laugh
Might spend a verse singing happy ever afters
I'll sing it loud until it shakes the walls and rafters
I'll close my eyes when it's all too much

But

I want to write you a real song
One that sounds like honey dripping from my tongue
Like an anthem that you can sing along to
I'll paint the melody with a brush

There are two kinds of love
One that runs out quick and one you're never short of
One that takes your breath and one that fills your lungs up
I guess the former, babe, was what we got